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I'm on a bit of a city read bender right now. It's always a bad thing when I have a lot of time on my hands because no longer being 14 years old, I struggle to come up with activities to amuse myself.
So I thought I'd start to read what seem mostly fictional, yet supposedly entertaining trading books about the Square Mile.
I've either read or acquired the following:
Dumb Money - off topic since it's about an American trading tech stocks over a 28.8 modem rather than the city. Still I'd heard it was entertaining. I heard wrong.
Bets and the City - utter utter trash seemingly written by some mad fantasist popping valium up her ahole three times a day.
Cityboy - I missed this column in whichever rag free paper it appeared in because I never lived far out enough to be a free paper drone (no offence). So I bought the book and it had some moments of very mild entertainment. Very, very mild.
Confessions of a Citygirl - not yet read, but have it. Looks absolutely bloody terrible from only a cursory glance.
Gross Misconduct: My Year of Excess in the City - amazingly given the title, this contained less drivel than the others, but still more awful than not of course.
As you can see I'm much enjoying my new hobby and any other recommendations would be gratefully received so that I can increase both my self and outward loathing.
I'm thinking maybe I could write my own about my own experiences in the city. Got the middle section down, but struggling for an intro and third act:
<<5:30am>> Got up, shaved, looked in mirror, felt like sh!t. Had porridge made with fkin rice milk as girlfriend read that proper milk gives men tits and cancer.
<<6am>> Walked to work. I hate this place. Exchanged banter about sh!t clothes with snivelling associate. I also had on sh!t clothes, predominantly Thomas Nash. He could say nothing back. I am the big man.
<<6:30am onward>> Worked all day until my eyes bled. Interspersed work and drinking tragically bad subsidised Starbucks coffee with improper propositions via Sametime to CSR. CSR got me some banal tasteless wild rice bollox from Pod. She pretended not to hate me as feedback time was coming up.
<<9pm>> Ordered Deliverance. Ate Deliverance. Was disgusted. Had to put whole team's order on my charge card again. Contemplated killing self. Couldn't be bothered.
<<10:30pm>> Walked home. Held back tears.
I'm gonna be a star.
So I thought I'd start to read what seem mostly fictional, yet supposedly entertaining trading books about the Square Mile.
I've either read or acquired the following:
Dumb Money - off topic since it's about an American trading tech stocks over a 28.8 modem rather than the city. Still I'd heard it was entertaining. I heard wrong.
Bets and the City - utter utter trash seemingly written by some mad fantasist popping valium up her ahole three times a day.
Cityboy - I missed this column in whichever rag free paper it appeared in because I never lived far out enough to be a free paper drone (no offence). So I bought the book and it had some moments of very mild entertainment. Very, very mild.
Confessions of a Citygirl - not yet read, but have it. Looks absolutely bloody terrible from only a cursory glance.
Gross Misconduct: My Year of Excess in the City - amazingly given the title, this contained less drivel than the others, but still more awful than not of course.
As you can see I'm much enjoying my new hobby and any other recommendations would be gratefully received so that I can increase both my self and outward loathing.
I'm thinking maybe I could write my own about my own experiences in the city. Got the middle section down, but struggling for an intro and third act:
<<5:30am>> Got up, shaved, looked in mirror, felt like sh!t. Had porridge made with fkin rice milk as girlfriend read that proper milk gives men tits and cancer.
<<6am>> Walked to work. I hate this place. Exchanged banter about sh!t clothes with snivelling associate. I also had on sh!t clothes, predominantly Thomas Nash. He could say nothing back. I am the big man.
<<6:30am onward>> Worked all day until my eyes bled. Interspersed work and drinking tragically bad subsidised Starbucks coffee with improper propositions via Sametime to CSR. CSR got me some banal tasteless wild rice bollox from Pod. She pretended not to hate me as feedback time was coming up.
<<9pm>> Ordered Deliverance. Ate Deliverance. Was disgusted. Had to put whole team's order on my charge card again. Contemplated killing self. Couldn't be bothered.
<<10:30pm>> Walked home. Held back tears.
I'm gonna be a star.
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